It's a universal constant that Zelos Wilder is way prettier than he has any right to be, Lloyd knows, but this Zelos has something that sets him even the slightest bit apart. He fucking glows. Not metaphorically, though Lloyd is sure that with enough time he could probably wax poetry on the way a genuine smile on any Zelos' face does wonders to make him look younger and like a bright ray of sunsetting light after a dreary afternoon. No, this Zelos literally glows, brilliant orange seeping into his face, spreading across his cheeks and over his nose and it's encapsulating, all-encompassing, and the sheer cuteness of the newfound development causes a blush to rise to Lloyd's own face, though it's probably hard to pinpoint at night. He's so cute. What the fuck, that's so cute!
Lloyd kinda wants to make him blush again, but. He's not going to go down that road again. One time with disastrous results was enough to convince Lloyd that he's not meant to have anything like that.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he stands as soon as the sword is back in Zelos' hand, slipping the pocketed glove back onto his right hand. He wonders what made Zelos blush in the first place - after all, all he had really been talking about for the past few minutes was the sword, not Zelos -
"He's right, though. Come on, that's a part of me! Hold it properly! Be gentle with me, honey!"
The blush intensifies, Lloyd's eyes widening in horrified realization as understanding settles into his gut as nicely as food poisoning. He - oh god, he's spent what, the better part of the last five minutes just complimenting and praising and openly admiring what is essentially a part of Zelos' being, and then he just - what the fuck! He put the sword on his lap!
A tiny, almost inaudible wheeze brushes up from the back of Lloyd's throat, the desire to not only run from authorities but from Zelos' gaze and his fucking blush working its way up Lloyd's spine. He was talking about the sword! Not Zelos! He didn't even really process what must have been an intimate action, just keeping the sword on his lap like that. Maybe he should go while Zelos is distracted! Maybe he should feign exhaustion or a sudden, life-threatening illness, or maybe he should turn and ask Sheena to flip him off the cliff overhang only about a mile back from their camp!
But a stupid, curious, and incredibly illogical part of Lloyd's mind, funnily enough, the part of his mind he usually listens to in times like these register the fact that Zelos definitely just challenged Anna to a spar, and. Well, he wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to see the Aegis' blade in action, and if Anna uses Malos' blade during the spar he'd get to compare and contrast. He can't just miss that!
Lloyd groans softly, uses the fact that Zelos' back is turned to put his face in his hands and die for a few seconds, and then smacks another grin back onto his face, because this will be so much easier to deal with later as long as Zelos doesn't know Lloyd's realized the extent of what he's done. The moment he gets awkward, Zelos gets awkward, and, well, Lloyd's not really looking for a part two of that morning, anyways.
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Lloyd kinda wants to make him blush again, but. He's not going to go down that road again. One time with disastrous results was enough to convince Lloyd that he's not meant to have anything like that.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he stands as soon as the sword is back in Zelos' hand, slipping the pocketed glove back onto his right hand. He wonders what made Zelos blush in the first place - after all, all he had really been talking about for the past few minutes was the sword, not Zelos -
"He's right, though. Come on, that's a part of me! Hold it properly! Be gentle with me, honey!"
The blush intensifies, Lloyd's eyes widening in horrified realization as understanding settles into his gut as nicely as food poisoning. He - oh god, he's spent what, the better part of the last five minutes just complimenting and praising and openly admiring what is essentially a part of Zelos' being, and then he just - what the fuck! He put the sword on his lap!
A tiny, almost inaudible wheeze brushes up from the back of Lloyd's throat, the desire to not only run from authorities but from Zelos' gaze and his fucking blush working its way up Lloyd's spine. He was talking about the sword! Not Zelos! He didn't even really process what must have been an intimate action, just keeping the sword on his lap like that. Maybe he should go while Zelos is distracted! Maybe he should feign exhaustion or a sudden, life-threatening illness, or maybe he should turn and ask Sheena to flip him off the cliff overhang only about a mile back from their camp!
But a stupid, curious, and incredibly illogical part of Lloyd's mind, funnily enough, the part of his mind he usually listens to in times like these register the fact that Zelos definitely just challenged Anna to a spar, and. Well, he wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to see the Aegis' blade in action, and if Anna uses Malos' blade during the spar he'd get to compare and contrast. He can't just miss that!
Lloyd groans softly, uses the fact that Zelos' back is turned to put his face in his hands and die for a few seconds, and then smacks another grin back onto his face, because this will be so much easier to deal with later as long as Zelos doesn't know Lloyd's realized the extent of what he's done. The moment he gets awkward, Zelos gets awkward, and, well, Lloyd's not really looking for a part two of that morning, anyways.